But I must not think too much about home I cannot without getting homesick  I expect that I think too much about home & its inmates to be a good soldier.  I cannot help it   I read & reread your letters & I love to write to you.  My thoughts are with you continually.  I could enjoy the society that I should naturally mingle with so much better than this wicked place.  I pray God that we will by some means bring this wicked war to a speedy close.  I can see no honor in it.  I am more & more satisfied that the war is prolonged by wicked & designing men for the benefit of contractors & men high in office & the may prolong it indefinitely. although it would seem that for shames sake they would carry it on more to figth & win that to make a show of it & to make money out of it.  Tell me what you think of it & what others think of it  We can get no papers & in fact we know nothing about what is going on away from camp   I wish you would write to me
